The air tastes of thunder. Huge hazy shadows fill the land
no clouds in sight.
The air rushes with restless heat and the sound of wings,
no grass blade stirs.
Trembling air and a spiral of sun-heated dust in the distance--
an angel's footprint.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Angel Footprints
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